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Watersplash- Watersplash is a blueish she-cat with white paws and muzzle, and green eyes. She has a scar on her left ear, and her tail is a little longer than usual. She's a great and loyal warrior to her clan, and will die to protect it. She loves kits, and would love to have a mate, especially since her old one died. (IceChest/Armin)


Firetail- Black tom with an unusual orange tail. Kind, loyal,caring,and will fight to the death to protect loved ones. Firetail was born to a family in the woods. When he was one moon, his parents died, making him survive on his own. He mated Willowheart when he was three moons. He is the father of Flarekit, and Flarekit was taken away from him as soon as he was born. (PurpleWarrior22)


Willowheart- Blue she-cat with a stripe of gray running down her back and a blueish-gray tail. Kind, loyal, caring, and will fight to protect her loved ones, to the death if necessary. Willowheart was born to a family in the woods. She decided to go off on her own, and she mated Firetail at 3 moons. She then had Flarekit at four moons, but he was taken away from her as soon as he was born. (PurpleWarrior22)


Lilystream- Mottled brown tabby with bright green eyes. Kind, Brave, Loyal. Lilystream was born a rouge, her parents died when she was very young. Her and her sister then went to search for shelter and warmth. Along the way her sister sadly died of greencough. She ended up succeeding on finding her desires in a clan called Riverclan, where she ended up joining. (Sunrise231)


Creamfur- She is a Maine coon with natural fluffy cream fur with some faint darker creamy color swirls. Her eyes are bright blue with an faint hint of green. The she cat's tail is fluffy but kinda short for her breed. She wasn't born in RiverClan but a run down house in the twoleg's place. Her mother and sister died in the fire from an hearse lighting storm that she luckily escaped from. Unknown to her, Cream's sister is alive but living as an rouge. Cream limped her way to Riverclan then passed out due to her injures. Unfortunately the smoke from the fire left her with an permanent shortness of breath and a limp. (Silentbark)


Hazelfur- Dark-brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes. Curious, funny, and brave. (kind of like her sis.) Not much is known about her past, though some of her siblings are deceased except for Oceanwave, a blue-gray she-cat with lighter swirls on her fur. And it is unknown who her parents are or what happened to them. Really, she lived a normal life, except for those flaws. So basically, just like Oceanwave. Man, those sisters have a lot of stuff alike! (callofthewild4161)


Oceanwave- blue-gray she-cat with lighter tabby markings on her fur. I like to think of the markings as swirls, to be honest, but we can make them tabby markings if you want. Curious, funny, brave, loyal, and stealthy. Not much is known about her past, though some of her siblings are deceased except for Hazelfur, a brown tabby she-cat. And it is unknown who her parents are or what happened to them. Really, she lived a normal life, except for those flaws. (callofthewild4161)


Auroraflight- Sleek light gray she-cat with swirly, marbled tabby stripes and beautiful violet-blue eyes. She has a white underbelly, white toes, and a distinct 'white paw sock' on her right hind-leg. She has dark grey rings on her tail. Her marbled tabby stripes form what appears to be a bull's-eye pattern on her sides and also resembles an aurora. Auroraflight is rather reserved and at times, timid. She is soft-spoken and will usually yield to the opinions of others. She doesn't like confrontations and prefers more peaceable routes to resolve issues, but this doesn't make her any less of a warrior than anyone else and she will fight valiantly if all other alternatives have been exhausted. Her benevolent disposition makes her very popular with kits and she can prove to be a great confidant when she opens up. Auroraflight was born into RiverClan. She has a high admiration for Frostlake, one of RiverClan's senior warriors. She's also very fond of a certain ThunderClan warrior. Who could it be and what history shrouds that relationship? (Brambletalon)


Reedfang- Reedpaw is a pale brown tom with amber eyes. He has dark brown stripes on his face, and then his fur is darker on his back than his belly. His tail tip is also darker than the rest of his fur. His fur is a bit longer and fluffier than a shorthair's. His tail is very fluffy. He is the average size of a normal cat, which means he isn't short or tall. He is built for fighting and swimming, which means his body isn't lithe like a runner. Reedpaw is loving like his mother and loyal like his father. He does have his own personality trait, though. He is a trustworthy cat that never breaks the warrior code, or lets other cats manipulate him with his own weaknesses. He would rather die than fight for an unworthy cause, and he's always willing to help other cats, even if it means putting his own life on the line. Reedpaw is loving like his mother and loyal like his father. He does have his own personality trait, though. He is a trustworthy cat that never breaks the warrior code, or lets other cats manipulate him with his own weaknesses. Born to Followheart and Stormspirit. He doesn't know that his father is Stormspirit, the medicine cat of RiverClan. (Blushingscout)


Robinflight- Robinflight is a red, black and white calico she cat with a pair of clever light green eyes. Her fur is sleek with a white underbelly and chest fur. Her nose is a soft pink and all four paws are white. Her ear is slightly torn due to a battle awhile back and her tail is thick and bushy like. Robinflight is a kind hearted cat. Always trying to do her best. She is fiercely loyal to her clan mates and is determined to get to know each one of them. She is graceful and cautious. Some may call her a 'buzzkill' or a 'killjoy' since she always looks serious. Even kits view her as a boring figure but of course, she doesn't pay much attention to it. However it's for her own good. She is just a warrior who listens to the warrior code strictly. Despite her seriousness, she does have a fun humorous side which she only lets out to her close ones. Overall, Robinflight means well, doing what she thinks is best. She was born and raised in Riverclan, though her parents are unknown. (Darkwish)


Rippleshine- Black pelt, black head, white underfur, black tail-tip, greenish bluish eyes, white paws. Funny, good-hearted, but knows when to be serious and when to joke. Lived in RiverClan whole life. (leafykit)


Hawkscar- Hawkscar is a small mottled she-cat but don't let her size fool you. She is a very muscular she-cat and can hold even the largest of cats underwater to when in a fight. Her fur is very thick and has almost a lion like name that protects her from blows to her throat. One of her eyes is blue and the other one green. She has strong neck muscles that can give a bad bite. Hawkscar can be described as arrogant and often has a attitude with cats she doesn't like. Hawkscar will voice her opinion which can give her in trouble. Proud and assertive, Hawkscar is nicer towards her clanmates then with enemies. Born in RiverClan, Hawkscar was the daughter of a RiverClan she-cat and a Rogue. Hawkscar is constantly judged in her Clan for her heritage to much of her annoyance. (Roguesofthenorth)


Foamsplash- Foamsplash is a white Turkish Van she-cat with orange spots. Foamsplash is actually smaller then Hawkscar but more powerfully built then her. She is not built to chase animals and she has unique long teeth. She has very strong neck muscles. Foamsplash can be seen almost like Hawkscar's echo. Foamsplash is more arrogant then Hawkscar but can be kind to cats. She supports Hawkscar even if she knows she is wrong. Born in RiverClan. (Roguesofthenorth)


Mudpaw- Mudpaw is a short furred american short hair. His fur is white with light streaks of hazel, light brown, grey, and black. His face has a brown marking on it, making it look like he's wearing a mask His back is black, and then grey and hazel stripes run down his sides. His paws are brown. His eyes are sky blue. He is strong and stocky, which makes him a great fighter. Mudpaw is a very arrogant cat that likes to do his own things instead of listening to ranks higher than him. He can get mad very easily, and he lies a lot too, which gets him in a lot of trouble. Mudpaw is not a cat to mess with. He is determined to be the best warrior the clans have ever seen. (Blushingscout) Mentor: Shininglight


Sunpaw- fluffy Ginger tabby she-cat with blue eyes and a white underbelly. Quiet, playful, kind. Her father died in a battle and her mother died on a thunderpath when she was barely a half-moon old. (Sunrise231) Mentor: Stormsplash


Featherpaw- White she-kit with a light gray spot over her eye and light gray paws. Featherpaw also has blue eyes. Kind, shy, sarcastic. Mother and father died when she was young. Is Sunpaw's sister. (Sunrise231) Mentor: Lilystream


Dapplepaw- A lean, sleek she-cat with amber eyes. She has a tan pelt with very dark brown spots and a white underbelly. Dapplepaw is fierce and can sometimes be sarcastic. She can also be kind and loves her littermates dearly. Both parents are dead. She is Featherpaw and Sunpaw's sister. (Sunrise231) Mentor: Hazelfur


Swanpaw- Short furred pearl white she cat with ice blue eyes. Smart, caring, loving, outgoing, and loves to help her clan. Swanpaw has lived in RiverClan her entire life. (HoneyStream) Mentor: Robinflight


Otterkit- Brown tabby she-kit with amber eyes and dark gray paws. Curious, adventurous, brave, and kind. Lives in RiverClan. (Otterfur)


Fallowleaf- Fallowleaf is a black she-cat with white paws and a muzzle, and green eyes. Her tail is a short stub, from when it got trapped in a fox trap. Fallowleaf is a shy and sensitive cat, though she's still not one to argue or go against with. She doesn't really like to fight, and always watches the medicine cats do their work. (IceChest/Armin)

He tries to please everyone- well -the majority, actually.

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Ember was a pedigree cat that lived in a high-class home for a few years. She was mostly loved as a kitten, but when she grew older, they didn't really see her as cute anymore and didn't care for her. She left from then on and has been moving from place to place ever since, though just recently she has settled down near the two-leg farm near WindClan.

In the beginning there was a strange bird who ate popsicles. This turned him into a bionic penguin who devoured the computer. He waddled into the hot desert searching for rats. However he didn't find any, so he became enraged. He began to morph into an angry pigeon who had a feisty attitude. His mercedes became a cow that moo'd twenty times

[1]
The first thing Cinder noticed was the calm.

While she'd been asleep, part of her had stayed outside in the storm, washed away by the relentless rain, swept up in the howl of the wind. She heard the roar of the water that had raced down the mountainside, carrying away everything in its path in a raging torrent of foam. She heard pine branches creaking and snapping overhead, tossed to and fro by the merciless gale. And she saw her mother's face over and over again, and heard her agonised screeches, and Birch's voice calling and calling…

But now, everything was dark and ominously quiet. The storm was over.

Cinder shifted in her mossy nest. Where was she? She could smell cat-scent, but it was unfamiliar, nothing like the pine-sap tinged odour she was used to.

Voices hummed in the distance, a low trickle of conversation. She couldn't make out any of the words, just the cadences. An argument. Maybe these unknown cats were talking about her; maybe they didn't even know she existed.

Cinder remembered briefly coming to earlier, carried through darkness and water by a group of cats with the same wet-ash scent. Had they rescued her from the current that had swept her down the mountain? Or had they taken her prisoner? In the weeks leading up to the storm, Birch had warned her of dangerous rogue cats roaming the pinewoods.

But where had they taken her? And why was it so dark?

She discovered suddenly that she still had her eyes closed. Fool. She cracked them open, and her vision was flooded with strong, clear light.

Cinder blinked.

Slowly the world came back into focus, startlingly bright after the darkness of her dreams. Almost sun-high already - had she really slept all morning?

A lattice of dark uneven bars blocked out most of the light coming from overhead, and she realised she must be in a woven den of some kind. It was the first time Cinder had been inside a shelter that was anything other than natural. The purposefulness of it disturbed her.

She struggled in her pile of moss, trying to stand up, but her left foreleg wouldn't obey her. Her heart beat faster, faster.

What was happening?

As if summoned by Cinder's panic, footsteps sounded nearby, slapping on wet earth. Two she-cats slid through a hole in the wall that Cinder assumed was the entrance, and stood looking down at her. Instinctively, Cinder cowered away from them.

"Calm down," ordered the first, an old, stooped-looking tabby. Her voice was probably intended to be soothing, but to Cinder it sounded terrifying. "You'll dislodge your splint, and then you'll be in trouble."

Cinder shrank back against the rough woven wall. "My - my splint?" She'd never heard that word, splint, before.

"On your foreleg," the she-cat replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Cinder looked. Her left foreleg, the one that wouldn't bend when she told it to, was wrapped tightly with some kind of coarse grass. A stick of pinewood was fastened to it, holding the limb straight.

"W-what in the Ashfall…?"

This time the second cat replied. She looked a lot younger than the first, and definitely less experienced - maybe five or six moons older than Cinder. Unlike her companion's dishevelled pelt, her short ginger-and-white fur was freshly groomed.

"You broke your leg. The splint's supposed to hold it in place while it grows back - I think. I don't know, I'm just helping out because I hurt my head last night. Ask Sorrel."

Another cat arrived then; Cinder could see flashes of bluish fur in the gaps between the loosely woven twigs. Words were exchanged through the wall in low voices, still too quiet for Cinder to hear - although it could've been the cats’ strange accent. The tabby she-cat - Sorrel? - squeezed hurriedly out of the den, leaving Cinder alone with the young helper.

There was an uncomfortable silence.

The other she-cat coughed. "So - uh - what's your name? I'm Rose-bay, if it helps. Honestly-" she watched bemused as Cinder tried to stand up again "-we're not gonna harm you. All I'm asking is your name."

Cinder collapsed, defeated, back onto the moss. "Erm, Cinder?"

She knew she sounded crazy even as she said it: what sort of cat didn't know their own name?

Rose-bay didn't look fazed, though. She licked a dainty paw and used it to smooth down a stubborn clump of fur on her forehead, like she dealt with strays with broken legs every day. Maybe she did - Cinder knew nothing about these cats.

"Okay, Cinder," she mewed, in a slower voice than before. "In case you don't know, last night my Clanmates found you falling down a waterfall, I managed to rescue you - well, actually you fell on top of me - and we brought you back here, to our camp. As far I know, Aconite - our leader - is letting you stay until you recover, then you can go back to wherever you live. You're not Clan, right?"

"N-No," Cinder replied, wishing her stammer, which always made an appearance when she talked to strangers, would leave her alone. "No, I- I don't know what that is."

Rose-bay frowned and patted at her forehead again. "Right. The Clans are basically three groups of cats that live this side of the lake. StormClan, AshClan, and us - PineClan. We don't get on too well with the other Clans at the moment - that's why I was asking."

Cinder nodded slowly, still keeping a distance between herself and Rose-bay. "S-sure. Er - when can I leave?"

She didn't want to sound ungrateful towards Rose-bay and her mysterious Clan, but she desperately needed to find out what had happened to her mother and Birch. If they'd somehow survived the falling tree, they'd be worried about her. And she was certainly worried about them.

"A quarter moon, maybe, or-" Rose-bay stopped short, turning to invite someone else into the den. Not the frightening Sorrel, but another stranger. It was a young tom, pure white except for a ginger splash at the side of his face, and eerily similar to Rose-bay. A brother, maybe?

"Where've you been, Rose-bay? There's a Clan meeting starting, Aconite-" He, too, stopped talking mid-flow, staring at Cinder. The look he shot her was anything but friendly.

"Oh," Rose-bay mewed, dismayed. She looked from Cinder to the strange tom. "Sycamore, this is Cinder. She doesn't bite. Cinder, I'd like to introduce my littermate, Sycamore."

[2]
Sycamore stared at his sister in disbelief. He'd been searching for her ever since escaping from morning training, and now here she was happily chatting to a rogue (Sycamore had overheard their conversation as he was approaching) like she had all the time in the world. Didn't she realise how worried he'd been when she'd been injured last night? Hadn't she heard the news that was spreading around the camp like wildfire?

"What's up, Sycamore?" Rose-bay looked concerned. "Was training okay?"

Sycamore snorted. Training had been terrible. The apprentices had practiced stalking, and Mulberry and his friend Toadflax had spent the entire morning laughing at Sycamore's feeble attempts to locate prey he couldn't even see.

"Use your other senses," Dead-nettle, who was leading the training, advised, but the senior warrior looked less than optimistic. To be fair, it had taken Sycamore half the session to feel awake - he hated early morning starts.

Sycamore would've been relieved when Poplar's arrival brought an end to the training session, if not for the news he carried…

"It's not training I'm worried about," Sycamore told Rose-bay shortly and almost truthfully. "It's Aconite. She's really sick."

They walked soberly to Aconite's den, where the Clan was gathered as usual. Cinder the rogue was left behind, barred from getting involved in PineClan business.

"I knew something was up," Rose-bay muttered out of the corner of her mouth. "Because Indigo came to get Sorrel earlier, and he looked seriously worried. But he didn't say why."

"You were with Sorrel all along?" Sycamore asked, annoyed. Rose-bay shook her head warningly.

Aconite didn't even turn up at the meeting, and neither did Sorrel - another sign of how serious the trouble was. Instead, Poplar quickly explained that Aconite's wound from the night before had become infected and that Sorrel and another elder who was skilled at healing were doing all they could for her.

"I'm not going to lie," he boomed, "and tell you Aconite isn't in danger. But there is plenty of hope, and I'm sure Aconite would want us to continue with our routine. In that vein, Reed is going to take her place at the Gathering tonight, and we'll take a normal-sized patrol. No sense in panicking before we need to."

Reed stood up and reeled off a list of cats he'd be taking, including Hearts-ease, Mulberry, Toadflax and, to his surprise, Sycamore. Rose-bay's name was not mentioned.

Sycamore looked guiltily to his sister, knowing she'd be disappointed at not being chosen. But Rose-bay's eyes were shining.

"You have to tell me everything that happens," she ordered. "The storm, Aconite, rogues in the forest - this is gonna be the best first Gathering ever."


On the way to the Gathering that night, Sycamore saw the swan again.

The usual route to the Gathering place was flooded, so the PineClan cats trekked through the mud along the edge of the still-swollen lake, through StormClan territory. Following Dead-nettle's lead, they travelled swiftly and silently, unwilling to antagonise the rival Clan. Even Poplar, who always had something to say, reluctantly kept his mouth shut.

As they approached the circle of scorched pines where the Clans met every full moon, the swan erupted out of some bushes only a fox-lengths away, a pale ghost against the midnight-black sky. It spread its massive wings wide despite the persistent drizzle. Up close, it was even more magnificent than in the storm.

Sycamore nudged Hearts-ease, who was closest to him. "Look!"

All around, the other cats were pointing and whispering.

When Sycamore had explained about the swan that morning, his Clanmates hadn't believed him. He supposed the story was pretty improbable. But now they had no choice.

The swan turned sharply, and for one heart-stopping moment it seemed like it would swoop straight down on the cats below, talons outstretched. Sycamore froze. Then the moment passed, and the swan disappeared into the night.

Mulberry summed it up in one word: "Wow!"

The patrol covered the remaining distance to the Gathering place quickly, feeling a lot more hopeful than they had before.

At the gathering, however, things didn't seem nearly as good. For a start, they were late, which meant Reed had to join the leaders and answer awkward questions about Aconite's absence in full view of the assembled cats, who were mostly bored and restless from waiting. Larch and Almond, the leaders of StormClan and AshClan, did nothing to stop the heckling comments.

Secondly, Sycamore had to sit next to Mulberry. That never boded well.

Thirdly, Poplar and Dead-nettle were arguing. Sycamore knew this wasn't unusual - the senior warriors disagreed on everything from border patrol strategies to the best way share a squirrel. But it was a Gathering, and cats from the other Clans were watching…

Larch cleared her throat, raking the crowd with her pale green eyes. "I understand that PineClan is under a lot of stress at the moment, and of course we all wish Aconite the quickest recovery-" she paused insincerely "-but it does feel a bit… disrespectful for their senior warriors to be arguing like apprentices."

The StormClan and AshClan cats laughed. Even Almond, normally (according to Hearts-ease) the dark-furred StormClan leader's biggest rival, smiled. Reed glared at Dead-nettle and Poplar, looking like he wanted to sink into the muddy ground.

The rain increased in intensity, making puddles on the uneven ground. Mulberry nudged Sycamore, hard. "Scared, Short-eyes?"

At the front of the crowd, Almond stepped forward, flexing the muscles under his shaggy reddish pelt. His eyes shone in the moonlight. "Let's get this over with before there's another storm."

He gave a short report of new kits being born, victories against a family of foxes living at the edge of AshClan territory and an elder passing away of a mysterious ailment.

"AshClan always reports like this," Hearts-ease whispered to Sycamore. "Nothing interesting and nothing that reflects badly on the Clan unless it's absolutely necessary. At least Larch tries to be funny."

Reed went next, and his speech was anything but funny. In a monotone, the tall warrior described the effects of last night's storm, finishing with: "We are keeping Cinder under our protection until further notice."

"No we are not!" Poplar's voice rang through the clearing, making Sycamore startle and the other cats stare. "PineClan does not harbour rogues!" Several PineClan cats cheered, including Mulberry and Sycamore's mother, Jasmine.

Dead-nettle leapt angrily to his feet. "Last I checked, Poplar, it was Aconite who made PineClan's decisions, not you."

"Yes, and Aconite is only allowing the stray to remain until her leg heals. We are not protecting her. You and Reed were always far too fond of outsiders."

"That's not true," Hearts-ease shouted, while Dead-nettle countered with: "Have you forgotten that you were once an outsider? If Aconite hadn't harboured you, you wouldn't be here now!"

Reed stormed away from the two leaders, furious and humiliated. "PineClan, we're leaving. Now. Aconite'll hear about this when we get home."

As the patrol filed meekly out of the Gathering circle, Sycamore could've sworn he saw Almond smirk.

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The rain reached Rose-bay before news from the Gathering did.

"I hope there isn't another storm," Sorrel mewed worriedly, soaking a bundle of moss in stream water for Aconite to drink from.

Rose-bay nodded seriously. "The Gathering patrol's still out. I don't think I could stand another disaster."

As Aconite's illness rapidly worsened, Sorrel had quietly asked Rose-bay to help her care for the old leader. Aconite needed someone to sit with her almost all the time as well as prepare medicines and poultices. Knapweed, the only other PineClan cat who knew about healing, was busy tending to a heavily pregnant she-cat.

From her den on the other side of the camp, Aconite cried out. Rose-bay's heart stopped. The Clan leader sounded like she was in real pain. Despite her age, Sorrel ran.

She threw the moss to Rose-bay, who looked at it curiously. How was a bundle of wet plants supposed to counter the infection that coursed through Aconite's bloodstream, restricting her breathing and making her shiver and sweat? How could anything defend against an illness this fierce?

But Sorrel was determined to try and save Aconite, and Rose-bay deeply respected the learned elder. Gripping the moss securely under her chin, Rose-bay hurried over to Aconite's den, glancing at the full moon for reassurance. Nothing really bad could happen on a Gathering night.

Indigo, who was guarding Aconite's den, nodded to Rose-bay as she approached, stepping aside so she could squeeze through the narrow entrance. He didn't speak. Sorrel had told the Clan not to disturb Aconite, even in an emergency.

Unable to gossip outside, most of the Clan had gone to bed by sunfall, but Rose-bay doubted anyone was sleeping. The camp was too quiet, a sense of worry and anticipation pervading the air. Everyone was as anxious about Aconite as Sorrel was.

It was suffocatingly dark inside the cave where Aconite slept, so dark Rose-bay could barely see her own paws. How did Sorrel see Aconite well enough to care for her? Rose-bay carefully deposited the moss within easy reach of the Clan leader, and waited for more orders from Sorrel.

"Rose-bay," the elder whispered. "I need more cobwebs. I'm trying to reopen the wound, see if it can heal better."

Slightly confused, Rose-bay nodded. "What'll that do?"

"Just get them, quickly. If it works, I'll explain."

Rose-bay hurried obediently to the elders' den, where Sorrel and Knapweed kept their stock of medicinal herbs. She'd already visited it three times since sunfall, and the piles of marigold, cobwebs and poppy seed had shrunk alarmingly. Trying not to disturb the other two elders, she grabbed the rest of the cobwebs and raced back through the heavy rain.

When she had completed two more similar journeys, the sound of footsteps announced the Gathering patrol's return. Rose-bay checked the moon again, surprised; normally the patrol returned later than this. Not waiting for permission from Sorrel, she ran out to meet them.

Near the apprentices' den she almost collided with Reed, who barged past her, heading straight for Aconite.

"You can't go in there," Indigo warned him, but he paid no attention. The blue-furred warrior sighed fatalistically.

By now, half the Clan had emerged, eager to know what had happened at the Gathering. Both Dead-nettle and Poplar refused to tell them anything. The two senior warriors stalked to their respective dens in silence, much to the surprise of their Clanmates.

"Poplar and Dead-nettle spent the entire time arguing," Sycamore confided. "Poplar challenged Reed in front of everyone, then Dead-nettle got up and started saying all this stuff… Did you know Poplar used to be a rogue?"

"What, really? Poplar? But-"

Sorrel called Rose-bay's name from Aconite's den, making Sycamore jump visibly.

"I'm coming!" Dodging Hazel and Hearts-ease, who were chatting excitedly about swans, Rose-bay hurried back to Sorrel's side. The old she-cat looked frail and defeated; she had succeeded in re-opening Aconite's wound, releasing a trickle of pus, but the leader's condition hadn't improved. There were almost no options left.

"Shall I get Knapweed?" Rose-bay offered, not very hopefully. "Maybe he knows something…"

Sorrel shook her head, whispering so Aconite couldn't hear. "There's nothing we can do to stop this. It's up to fate now. Don't spread this around, but I want you to find the senior warriors so she can say her last goodbyes."

Rose-bay left the den quickly, her head bowed to disguise her sadness.

Aconite was PineClan. How could a body survive when its head was gone?

Quickly and unobtrusively, Rose-bay found the cats Aconite had asked for, avoiding Sycamore and the other apprentices. She didn't want to be the one who told them. They'd find out soon enough.

She wanted to sit with Aconite, to help out somehow, but Sorrel refused. "You need to get some sleep, Rose-bay."

"You're not sleeping," Rose-bay pointed out. Sorrel made her go to bed anyway. She lay in the endless dark, sure that sleep wouldn't come. It didn't, not for what felt like a long time.

At sunrise, Sorrel woke her to announce that Aconite had died.

"I don't care how many swans Sycamore's seen," the old tabby muttered. "This is a dark time for PineClan. I can feel it in my bones."

(I'm more worried about them getting my schedule fixed, since this is my senior year and one of the classes I need for most colleges but not fore graduation isn't on there. I'm mainly excited to just get the first week over with.)

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